Wednesday, May 24, 2017
I remember riding an elephant at one of these shows when I was tiny. I remember loving the trapeze artists the most, only to be replaced by the clowns as my favorite several years later.
It's crazy to think that, even though it was a completely minor part, I have a connection to this show. It was around 11 years ago that the Lewisville LAFS clowns, Ashes, Radio, and Petunia, were invited to hang out with the clowns pre-show. Thanks to my awesome boss at the time, I managed to get off of work in time to join them and Chief Carter at the American Airlines Center, where I got to take pictures and watch as 'my' clowns interacted with the professionals.
It was AMAZING. The Circus clowns were playful, kind, helpful...you name it, they were that for the Lewisville group. I got 'snotted on' by an elephant. I watched in awe as 'Grandpa' remained in character the entire time, moving so slowly it was as if he were racing a snail. After the doors opened, Lewisville helped the Circus clowns with the pre-show entertainment, and then we settled into seats to watch the show.
The next year, Lewisville was invited back again, and this time Cary went to the fun and took photos. Then they opened the opportunity up to the LAFS group in the area. Before the pre-show, clowns from all over the metroplex gathered at the AA Center and participated in a clown college, learning makeup tips, acrobatics, juggling...and most excitedly, just hanging with the big-time guys.
When they were in town for a Fun Run for the American Heart Association, the Lewisville guys were invited out to help entertain the kids. And then there was the Guiness Book Of World Records Biggest Shaving Cream Pie Fight that once again featured the RB&BB clowns...and Lewisville LAFS.
I think you're starting to see my point here. There is a small piece of history in that 146 years that include people that are incredibly significant in my life, and I was a photographer in some of that.
Thank you, Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey Circus for the wonderful memories.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Once upon a time, a little fairy decided to go to a Fairy Tea Party out on the lawn. Fascinated, I sat back and watched as they were all handed little cups and saucers, and stories were told.
The little fairy did a great job, listening and participating, even naming the 'Tooth Fairy' as a type of fairy. Until...
the nymph came by and filled her cup with something and told her to close her eyes and blow...
Suddenly, the little fairy was covered in the strange, magical dust, and I watched in fear as I wondered how that dust was going to come off...
But little was I prepared for the horror that came next...
The Imp that was sitting next to me acquired some of that magical dust that refused to move off of the little fairy's skin, and with one short blow, I, too, became covered in the pestering dust...never to be the same again.
This meant war!
When the Imp wasn't prepared, I swiped my swift hand down his face, scarring him with not only the shiny, magical, never-to-come-off dust, but in PINK nonetheless!
We may never have a moment where we don't see a reminder of this gruesome day ever again, but the victory belongs in knowing that none of us walked away unscathed.
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
So we got the squares cut out. Now for what I hope will be a fun part: finding the pattern we want to use. I thought about throwing the fabric pieces into the air and collecting the pieces randomly and laying them out that way.
I bet professional quilters are shaking their heads right now. ...
Sunday, February 7, 2016
I never thought of myself as a sewing person. I love to write (which takes as much free time as I can manage these days), I also love photography and painting (colorful splotches on the canvas). I've played with music, writing songs, poetry, and lately I've enjoyed making crafts with my child.
But three years ago while in Maine, I considered dabbing in the art of quilt making. I know it's a laugh considering I can barely sew a button onto a shirt, but I had this fantasy of making one and presenting it to my granny. You see, she has a long history of making quilts. For everyone, including my dog. And in middle school, she gave me a pink and purple quilt. To this day it is the perfect blanket to cuddle up in, especially when sick. It's one of my few favorite material possessions, which also includes a beautiful cedar wood chest my grandfather made me.
I don't think I've ever told her that.
As for my quilt-making dream, it kind of faded away with lack of time and then moving back to Texas.
Until this weekend.
My grandmother has been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer, and of course I've had the mad rush of thoughts to try to make sure she knows I love her. I don't doubt she already knows in some way, but I want to somehow make up for the years I have taken her (as well as all of my grandparents) for granted. With this diagnosis, the urge to make a quilt started burning again. Cary has been incredibly supportive, and last night we spent way too much time at the fabric store to pick out the perfect colors.
We are in the very first stages of making a sunset quilt, and let's face it, so far Cary is the shining star in this endeavor. I'm going to show the progress along the way, which is apparently going to be a long process according to everyone I talk to. But I am also excited to show my grandmother the progress in person.
Got any advice?